letra de certified bitch mob classic - tenkay (rap)
[intro]
b-tch mob n-ggas tell these hoes, “suck my f-cking d-ck”
i’ma rep the b-tch mob, don’t give a f-ck what day it is
b-tch-b-tch mob n-ggas tell these hoes, “suck my f-cking d-ck”
i’ma rep the b-tch mob, don’t give a f-ck what day it is
b-tch-b-tch mob n-ggas tell these hoes, “suck my f-cking d-ck”
i’ma rep the b-tch mob, don’t give a f-ck what day it is
(ahh, b-tch mob, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(hey seepy, do we get some medals?)
[verse]
b-tch mob n-ggas tell these hoes, “suck my f-cking d-ck”
i’ma rep the b-tch mob, don’t give a f-ck what day it is
money, money makin’ mitch, b-tch i’m dummy dumb mistaking rich
high class mane, never f-ckin’ with a basic b-tch
man, my whole life i’ve been based, man i think i was madе for them
never too rich to pimp walk, my b-tch you gotta pay to hit
now you see mе coming down when i drop the top on my ’86
i can make your b-tch disappear, act like you ain’t ever exist
swag, tenkay tote the k, b-tch get out the way
them boys in the h like to sw-ng when they bang
b-tches call me cocaine in the all white frames
i’ve never been a saint, b-tch i’m rubbin’ off the paint
my reputation you can’t take, i make these b-tches faint
i take my shirt off and all the hoes go insane
you know i leave your boys speechless, they don’t know what to say
i’m flexin’ in the—, going hard in the paint
ain’t a d-mn thing change but the motherf-ckin’ lane
these boys so lame, i still stay the same
i’m drippin’ candy paint, sum like a candy cane
these b-tches suck my d-ck because i look like major payne
watch me droppin’ out your head, i’m [?] ’bout the pain
i feel like powwow ’cause i’m slangin’ in the rain
you know how i can’t stand on the front page
i know how to maintain when it comes to my swaggin’
never been no d-mn complanin’
i call you captain saber, ho, don’t hit the door without your cash
b-tch mob n-ggas got too much on they plates
i show you how to be a man and put the food on the plate (b-tch mob)
b-tch mob n-ggas put the booty on the plate (what?)
i eat your b-tch ass, i ain’t even say grace (oh, no, man)
put me in the swag olympics, watch how i play my position
y’ain’t in my d-mn division, get the f-ck up out my mentions
i came looking specific, i came looking scientific
these b-tches on my d-ck because they already know i’m in it (ahh, swag)
you know i’m what, what? man i don’t give a f-ck (swag, i don’t give a f-ck)
these b-tch mob n-ggas, you know we don’t give a f-ck
so your b-tch grabbed the wall, don’t pick up the call (shake that ass up)
i swag in the winter, spring, summer, and the fall
b-tch mob break the law, b-tch mob breakin’ records
i put my d-mn d-ck in your baby momma r-ct-m, swag n-gga
[outro]
(ahh, bow, bow, bow, b-tch swag)
(certified b-tch mob classic, n-gga, thirty-four sh-t run it up, n-gga, ahh)
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